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Madrid, at the mercy of Liverpool at the start, unraveled at the end of the first half and found meaning in the second
The power in stride of an unleashed Uruguayan, Federico Valverde; the lavish rinse of a Frenchman in a state of grace, Karim Benzema; and the extremely violent appearance of a Brazilian at the far post, Vinicius, turned the scoreboard in favor of Madrid in yet another Champions League final. That and a giant named Thibaut Courtois, who when he arrived in Madrid confessed how hard it was for him to get to the locker room of his new team and see a huge wall lined with Ramos’ header, that goal that shows him, with the shield Atlético, stretching without being able to stop the ball. In that minute 93 Courtois lost a Champions League that he had won; In the 95 that the final in Paris lasted, Courtois won a Champions League for his team that could have escaped him on a couple of occasions that the Belgian destroyed, such as against Chelsea and against City, in an unlikely way. Madrid owed this goalkeeper a Champions League and the Bernabéu changing rooms now owe him a wall. They have stops to choose from. By Manuel Jabois.
